These paints didn't have silly names like the last batch, but if one were so inclined, one could call them them Chocolate, Blueberry, Lime and Mustard.
(and then one could go throw up at the thought of that culinary combination)
We are bracing ourselves for a blizzard that is expected to bring upwards of 2 feet of snow, and while the National Weather Service is throwing around terms like "crippling" "historic" and "life threatening," all I can think is "day off spent painting."
My decline in creative output in 2014 was not just time spent staring at the wall. I also managed to read 63 books.
It seems to have become a steady habit. I've already read 10 books in January.
I recommend this one.
Don't bother reading this one.
Last night's family movie night was the 1983 classic "War Games" with a baby-faced Matthew Broderick. Our tech-savvy child of the new millennia enjoyed the liberties Hollywood took with its portrayal of the fancy-pants military computer which was about to start World War 3. (Gotta cover those machines with lots of colorful blinking lights in order to advance the plot.) But then there were the parts where his parents had to say "no, that's actually what computers and phones looked like."
I made lamb shanks in the crock-pot yesterday. Today I generously packed the small portion of delicious leftovers in Ric's lunch. Now am I wishing I'd been willing to stand in line at the deli yesterday so that I could have packed Ric a turkey sandwich and kept that lamb for myself...
That's what else I'm going to do during the blizzard.
Paint and bake and read.
Plus I have the movie "The Way Way Back" checked out of the library, so maybe I'll do that too.
This blizzard better last three days.
My next series of painted postcards was inspired by a pair of socks.